Romans & histoires Red Door Yellow Door Story

After hearing Aunt Marlene cry out in pain, I saw her run out, her clothes in disarray. Dad leaned against the doorframe, looking utterly satisfied, smoking a cigarette. He took some time to fix his clothes before heading in the direction Aunt Marlene had run. But by then, a group of men with bad intentions had already cornered her in the small grove behind the village. As their hungry eyes roamed over her pale skin, they noticed the red marks on her. "Oh, she's damaged goods. Someone's already had a turn. Let's just have some fun today. We don't usually get a chance to run into this idiot. Let's show her a whole new world."

Millions of them. And on every door, there was a date: March 30, 2026. "Every door is the same day," Kael whispered, looking out the window. "It’s a graveyard of the same twenty-four hours." The taxi screeched to a halt in front of a door painted a bright, violent red. The woman in the front seat turned around, her face reflecting the flickering lights of the hallway. "This is the door Julian never opened," she said. "Because on the other side of this door, the crash doesn't happen. But the world still ends."

"You promised!" "I promised you peace," I said, walking toward the door. "If the information is good, you’ll get it. If it’s a trap... you won't live long enough to care." I looked at Rylan. "Keep him alive until I call. Then give him the dose. Or a bullet. Depending on my mood." ------------------------------------------ The Red Door was a seedy dive bar on a street that time forgot. It sat between a closed-down laundromat and a boarded-up bodega. The red neon sign above the entrance buzzed with a sickly, electrical hum.

It was cruelty at its finest. “Please…” she begged, her voice dripping with desperation. She just wanted a break, a moment to catch her breath. Elias stepped closer and slowly knelt before her. “This is only Door One, Author… You have to go through one hundred.” Willa’s eyes widened, her breath caught as words refused to surface. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he stood up. “Welcome to the Hundred Doors….Author” “A hundred doors?!” Willa’s brain froze. “A hundred deaths… a hundred pains… a hundred tortures, no… no!” she cried, but it was useless.

Suddenly, it burned hot, and I withdrew my hand from it with a hiss. “Ah!” The doorknob wasn’t hot; it was hot, like someone on the other end had dipped it in fire before fixing it onto the door. Suddenly, the knob turned red, blood red, and turned on its own. It opened the door with a click, as the eerie sound of the door creaking in the silent hallway before it opened wide filled me with even more dread. I furrowed my brows and narrowed my eyes as the room behind the door looked dark, almost pitch black. All of a sudden, a fire erupted. My eyes widened from the force of the flames, as my legs took an involuntary step back.

Walking towards a wall with no door, the figure eagerly awaited the day when his son would walk in the same direction as him. "Maybe your mother failed, but you won't fail like her, right? Well, if you fail, I'll just make more of them!" said the red-eyed man as he opened the wall with a secret door in front of him. When the secret doors opened, the man's eyes were fixed on the inside of the place, which was filled with all kinds of eyes. "How are you all? Did you miss me? Hahaha, you missed me, right? Today, let me play until I feel satisfied, so don't disappoint me!" said the red-eyed man enthusiastically, looking at everything inside the place.

We kept taking turns and turns around in the same house, yet we neither stopped at a particular place and nor entered until we got to a particular door, it was painted black, the entire place was silent, I felt nervous, he opened the door and pushed me inside. The room itself was painted red. The room contained varieties of....

What lies behind a door, the door? Gia feels the anxiety building within her… ‘I choose the door on the left side. Slowly opening it I step through. The room is stark with whiteness. In my white gown I simply blend within the emptiness. I closed my eyes then slowly opened them again. The whole room was painted in perfect yellow, the color scheme brings a certain calmness to my heart. In the middle of this big room was a chair. My feet lead me there. Sitting comfortably my mind a kind of vacuum. Suddenly like an artist my mind starts to draw life into the emptiness. I can hear laughter, the barking of a dog. The doors of a vehicle opening and closing. Feet steps on gravel, the front door open

Every color seemed brighter, almost too bright. The jagged, pointed chandeliers no longer looked exquisite and luxurious. Their crystal points were razor sharp, and the maroon background seemed almost blood-red in comparison. Hide the ugly beneath something beautiful and appealing, I thought somewhat drunkenly. I managed to snag something to eat before all but running to my bedroom. I paused in front of the bedroom door, marveling at the splash of color. Each of our doors were completely unique, a reflection of ourselves. Mine was stained in shades of red, orange, yellow and gold. A thin golden trimming lined the door and doorknob. I had once thought the door was similar to my hair, kissed b